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I feel in love with a beautiful boy on the black sand
He took me away, I was never the same on the black sand
He said, “Who’s going to love you buried underground?”
Oh, on the black sand

" theres no right way or wrong way you just have to live, what can mean more than this?"
-conor oberst

" theres no right way or wrong way you just have to live, what can mean more than this?"

-conor oberst

(Published by CNN.NDTV)

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Soliloquy of the Solipsist
I? I walk alone; The midnight street Spins itself from under my feet; When my eyes shut These dreaming houses all snuff out; Through a whim of mine Over gables the moon’s celestial onion Hangs high. I Make houses shrink And trees diminish By going far; my look’s leash Dangles the puppet-people Who, unaware how they dwindle, Laugh, kiss, get drunk, Nor guess that if I choose to blink They die. I When in good humor, Give grass its green Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun With gold; Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold Absolute power To boycott any color and forbid any flower To be. I Know you appear Vivid at my side, Denying you sprang out of my head, Claiming you feel Love fiery enough to prove flesh real, Though it’s quite clear All your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear, From me.

Soliloquy of the Solipsist


I?
I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
Through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon’s celestial onion
Hangs high.

I
Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look’s leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.

I
When in good humor,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott any color and forbid any flower 
To be.

I
Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it’s quite clear
All your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

Sylvia Plath

"We accept the love we think we deserve."
-TPOBAW

"We accept the love we think we deserve."

-TPOBAW

Brakin’ It On Down

I can’t believe this is happening again.

Bad… but somehow so good.

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